Chapter 33 You drive a Mazda, no wonder you are stuck in traffic
The doctor's note describing the injury was stuffed in his suit pocket at the moment. The distance that he could reach by just raising his hand was like a chasm, leaving Katsumi Uehara with more than enough energy.
Miscalculated.
Who knows if we can meet him at the entrance of the hospital.
Miwako Sato, who noticed him, had already opened the door and got out of the car, and came to Katsuki Uehara in three steps and two steps. Her dangerous sight gave the latter no chance to verify whether the memory was accurate.
"Why are you here?"
"Why are you here?"
The doubts asked almost at the same time made the two people's eyebrows look stunned. After looking at each other, Katsuki Uehara, who vaguely remembered that his left hand was in trouble, raised his left arm and took the initiative: "After I went back last night, my hand felt more and more painful.
I will go to the hospital to take an X-ray for examination this morning."
“Hand pain?
What's going on?"
"It's not the old man who was arrested in the art museum last night. I had a conflict with him in the exhibition room and punched him on the finely crafted armor." Uehara Katsumi sighed, somewhat forcing a smile and laughing at himself.
He grinned: "Obviously, compared to finely processed steel, my mortal body is not very strong."
"what did the doctor say?"
"It's just a slight fracture of the little finger of my left hand. The problem is not serious. I'm already making an appointment for surgery."
"Slightly fractured little finger?" Miwako Sato looked suspiciously up and down at Katsumi Uehara's finger that seemed to be slightly strange, and asked strangely: "The nurse didn't help you put a plaster on it?"
"I refused. I can just deal with the bandage myself. The plaster is too troublesome, and it's not completely broken." Shrugging, Katsuki Uehara pursed his lips towards the bicycle faucet. Miwako Sato's eyes followed.
Go, and a bag with bandages comes into view.
"Originally I planned to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department and fix it. After all, it would be a good way to gain some impression points in front of the Memu Police Department. But..."
Katsuki Uehara turned his gaze and lowered his eyelids to look at the woman in front of him with a grin: "Since I met you at the entrance of the hospital, I wonder if I can ask you to help me fix it?"
Miwako Sato rolled her eyes at the man angrily.
If it was a year ago or even half a year ago, she might still have reacted to this man's flirtatious words. But now, she was just calm and even wanted to laugh.
"retribution."
Without hesitation, she passed over the man standing beside her, reached out and grabbed the bag hanging on the bicycle in her hand, and then turned and walked towards her car, which was parked on the edge of the traffic and could not move.
Katsuki Uehara turned his head and looked at the empty faucet handle of the bicycle, chuckled and followed.
"Speaking of which, were you late this morning?"
Uehara Katsuki couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he opened the passenger door with ease. The two large instant lunch boxes placed on the seat made Uehara Katsuki couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "You also specially prepared a breakfast for me? Did you come to meet me on purpose?"
"I advise you to change your narcissistic problem, otherwise you may suffer losses in the future."
"You can't change it, you're born with it."
"Next time, don't just see an orthopedic department, but go to a neurology or neurosurgery department." Seeing Uehara Katsumi stacking the lunch box on the center console, Miwako Sato, who pulled off the bandage, sat down and raised her voice to him.
He raised his chin and said, "Stretch your hand over here."
"Then I'm afraid family members will need to accompany me to sign." Feeling the touch of the bandage slowly binding his fingers, Uehara Katsumi, who was resting on the passenger's headrest, smiled and turned to look out the window: "I won't humiliate myself.
"
Sato Miwako paused while tying the bandage, and then fixed the end of the bandage.
Now she really didn't know how to answer the question.
The atmosphere in the carriage was a little strange for a moment, but fortunately, Miwako Sato was relieved by the sound of hunger coming from her stomach——
"I didn't sleep well last night and got up late this morning."
Miwako Sato, who hurriedly reached for a quick lunch from the center console, quickly changed the topic: "Have you had breakfast?"
"It's half past nine, what do you think?"
Uehara Katsumi took out his phone and flipped it to show the time. He flexed his fingers and nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay, at least it's not a bow tie."
When Miwako Sato who was unpacking her lunch box heard this, her mind immediately thought of the coquettish bow on the bandage on Uehara Katsumi's back when he was on Moon Shadow Island. She shook her head slightly and couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth: "Have you heard about the follow-up of the Moon Shadow Island incident?
Well, our colleagues have uprooted all the drug trafficking networks on the island.
"I heard that Matsumoto Police attaches great importance to this sudden action. You should be rewarded."
"I have never cracked a big case before. I would like to ask, how much is the reward?"
"Who knows." Miwako Sato, who was chewing a rice ball, thought carefully about the major crimes she had cracked in the past few years in her career. Every bonus was different: "Anyway, it will definitely be higher than the normal bonus baseline.
You can rest assured on this, maybe you will be reused in the future."
"Thank you. I've only put bandages on two people since I caught them. If you do it a few more times, I'm afraid my life will be taken." After hearing this, Uehara Katsumi shook his head hurriedly, with a look of disgust on his face: "I'd better wait.
After you get promoted, just sit in the office and it will be more satisfying to use your achievements to improve your qualifications."
If you are from a professional group, even if it is a false position, after being promoted to the police department, many gangsters can start to work in the office permanently.
Miwako Sato felt very unhappy.
Although this is true.
"The bandage is tied, please get out of the car."
Unable to refute, Miwako Sato chewed a rice ball, turned around and looked at Katsuki Uehara, eyes half-squinted, and her tone was a bit ruthless.
"You don't want me to have lunch with you? You're here now."
Katsuki Uehara blinked and moved his mouth toward another instant lunch on the center console.
"You need to go back to the office and sit down now instead of wasting time here." Miwako Sato took a big bite of sushi and leaned back on her seat, closing her eyes and not bothering to look at the expression between the man's brows.
"Why don't you just go back with me? The traffic jam has been stuck for so long and there is no intention of moving in a short time. Why don't you just take my car back to the Metropolitan Police Department."
"your car?"
"What, do you look down on bicycles? I rode a bicycle just in anticipation of this situation. Look at you, you are driving a Mazda when you go out during the morning rush hour. No wonder you are stuck in traffic." Uehara Katsumi, who shook his head, immediately caught up with him.
Miwako Sato's unkind eyes.
"How about you wait slowly and make your own choice." Katsuki Uehara opened the door and got out of the car. He took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket with his right hand, opened the lid, shook two pieces and flew them into his mouth, chewing: "In advance
I wish you a happy overtime tonight."
The ponytail swung three times in one step behind the man's head, her tongue pressed against her teeth. After a lot of mental struggle, Miwako Sato finally pushed open the car door after thinking about the vicious circle that coming home late might create -
"Wait a minute Uehara, where are the parking spaces around here? The parking spaces in the hospital are all full."
Who is willing to work overtime if it is not necessary?
"I have a friend, he has..." Uehara Katsumi paused, took out his mobile phone with a bright smile, and dialed Aso Minoru's number.
"Hello? Uehara?"
"Chengshi, can you lend me the employee parking space within your hospital?"
"????"
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"Hey, did you hear that? Miss Sato seems to have come to work on Uehara Criminal's bicycle this morning."
"What did you say?! Is it true or false?! Has Miss Sato been worn down by that boy Uehara's persistent stalking?!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"It's true, someone took the photo. Look, Ms. Sato is sitting on the back seat of Uehara Criminal's bicycle."
"No! I don't accept it! I can't accept it!"
"…………"
In the huge police station, a large number of male police officers all learned a piece of bad news that made them feel extremely heartbroken before lunch - the goddess of their dreams was given a ride on a bicycle by that damn bastard.
Seated!
There are photos to prove it!
"Uehara-kun, let me ask you, where did this photo come from?"
"Uehara-kun, are you really in love with Miss Sato?"
"Uehara-kun, we need to talk."
"Uehara-kun..."
Lunch time, Metropolitan Police cafeteria.
Katsuki Uehara, who was still very proud in the morning, was currently sitting on a chair surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. He raised his head very obediently and said with pride in his voice: "I'm sorry, I can't say."